The world before Gu Jianlin was violently destroyed by the Dragon Roar, beams of shattered light seeping through the cracks, in the endless light, only that peerless, graceful silhouette danced gracefully, enchanting yet solemn.
In the dream's end, her glance back was so mocking, with a streak of crimson at the corner of her eyes, vivid as blood.
She whispered the ancient language softly, as if harboring the world's ultimate secret.
That was the Candle Dragon Venerable.
Yet so similar to... Skylark.
When Gu Jianlin regained consciousness, the conflict from two Supreme Laws had vanished without a trace, eerie black talismans spread like fire, covering the translucent white skin, flowing with a faint mist.
Time seemed to have spanned thousands of years, or perhaps just a fleeting moment.
Ji Ye remained pinned to the wall by him, a strange smile playing on her lips, as if she had seen the boy's death.
Yet, the boy was not consumed by the vermillion flames as imagined.
